FryingMan

+(f) packing (another?) sandwich into MR's lunch

I have to put a sandwich into my friend MR's lunch box. There's already another sandwich there, I lift up the top and see it's half white/half brown, like half tunafish and half peanut butter. I put the other sandwich on top of the first one. Then I think that I should have put it in a bag so that the two stay separate.

+(f) (at the gym?)

+ hanging out with the pot grower / Christmas tree seller

I'm lying on the ground [dreamsign] in a small store/room talking to a pot grower. He's discussing the different varieties he has/grows. He takes a bundle of cellophane-wrapped pot "starter plants" (each a slender stalk about 1 meter tall) out of a closet. I want to ask him how much money he makes or what is the most profitable but I don't want to look like I'm interested in joining the business.

The stores has changed to be a Christmas tree store. I'm with my wife. We're trying to choose a tree. I start in the same corner of the room I was lying in with the pot grower, and I'm looking around at the trees. They're all potted, and all short. They have acacia Christmas trees but I think they won't do at all, need a pine tree. I see a well-shaped (but short) pine tree but it is entirely black below the top few rows of branches. I think there is no way to "copy" the ornaments automatically from one tree to another tree.

At the other side of the store, I decide not to get anything at all because I've not seen anything I like. My attention is drawn to two ornamental pots with small sculptures in them. Both of them contain clay owls exactly like my mother used to make. My wife comments that they look like her owls. I get choked up and start sobbing/crying and turn away, asking my wife to buy one because they remind me of my mother/home. My voice sounds very high-pitched like a tiny kid and I think I sound very un-manly.

+ Brutal race/fight where the loser suffers painful humiliating punishment

Two guys glad in black leather fighting suits are preparing for a fight. I notice when one guy takes off his cloak that he has a lot of weapons attached to his belt, like small axes, etc. One guy is putting the "punishment" device on to a central table, it's a long, petrified male organ with a chain at the end (sort of like a large "rabbit's foot"). The loser of the fight must endure having the winner jam this thing into the loser's butt.

The scene switches to a large race track, and the competition is now a (foot) race rather than a fight. As the race commences I'm on the sidelines, and take up a banner of some sort that others are holding, it's some sign that show's the status of the race or the direction of the track or something like that, and hold it up over the track with the others so that the (cameras?) can see it.

The race contestants are a good guy and a bad guy. The good guy loses. I think (see?) the girlfriend/wife of the good guy run to their vehicle, maybe he'll make a break for it to avoid the punishment. I go over to the main building and there is a huge, loud crowd there, they're not going to let the loser get away.

A bunch of people are in a hallway, I see the loser clad in black and he's screaming "IT HURTS!" I don't see the actual application of the punishment (which is now a long baton in the butt) but imagine it sticking out of his backend.

Someone complains about this brutal punishment being applied to "a loving person." There's some sort of short swarthy sneaky looking event official there walking along with people saying s.l. "don't interfere with the proceedings."

In the garage beyond the race track I'm there and a car of some guys drives up, they make a sharp right turn and the left front wheel of the car flies right off of its axel and flops to the ground a short distance away. The car/wheels are very pimp-looking: furry and bright pink. I expect that the car will collapse on the axel and it does soon, starting to slide towards me, I hope out of the way. Walking beyond the car I see a ping pong table against the wall of the garage.

Dream shifts to a documentary-memorial: at various spots around the (world?) there are plaques on the ground: the view shifts to a top-down view looking at them and each time the plaque fades away and we see the face / short video of the person who died. Most of them are white young men. Some of them died from dehydration during the race.